Right up front: one thing that I will miss about this place will be that "bow of the ship" feeling that I get when I stand on the deck and wind and the weather blow about my head just so. Tonight I stood there on the deck in the late afternoon light while a weather front blew in over the Sound and it was magical.
Tonight I have the blues playing ("I woke up this morning and had my baby on my mind"...oh yeah? tell me about it, blues man!), have chicken tacos settling my in my belly and have a bottle of Australian red coarsing it's way through my veins. I cleaned the gutters, scraped and painted window frames and gathered up some more liquor boxes. I sent out utility bills, visited with my pal The Hot Dog King, did a grocery store run and put up with new realtor's "Lookie Lou". All in the name of "getting the hell out of here".
But what really got to me was that that no matter where I went, no matter what I did there were references to you and to me and to the WE that we once shared. I am I bitter or blown out or tired by it all? No, it's more a matter of wondering when will I see you again so I can tell you all about it. I told the Good Doctor the other day that this blog was for my good friend Jane, that she peeks in now and then to read my words and catch up on my life. I think, really, that she does that now and then with Accumulate Man, but then, I could be wrong. Today I wish I knew for certain whether or not you were a solid reader of that other blog so that you had a good connection to this place. No matter, I think sooner or later you'll arrive.
All the same I take care of the mail on a daily basis and what should arrive today but an offer for a catalog from Connell's Dahlias. Not only that, M, but darn near on the anniversary of our greatest and most symbolic of all outings I get an IKEA flyer in the mail as well. That wasn't good enough, oh no. I went out into town, hit up Saars (oh, that first parking lot meeting...) and then saw that there was sale going on for that Italian coffee syrup that you prefer. Better deal than the Cash and Carry we hit up that one day in September? Come by and find out.
No matter. All that got pushed aside by my dahlias. We shared an awful lot of things over time but it's those darned flowers that still get to me. I saw them off to the side of the parking lot when we left Point Defiance Park on the 27th of August, saw them again on Labor Day a few days later when you were off on your Levenworth trip, and then, on the day that we were out and about searching for that cast iron Scottie Dog lamp, found them again when we took that highway turnoff due to traffic overload and hit up Connell's. Swooned in the midst of some of the finest dahlias you or I will ever see. That is, until today.
Tonight I have the blues playing ("I woke up this morning and had my baby on my mind"...oh yeah? tell me about it, blues man!), have chicken tacos settling my in my belly and have a bottle of Australian red coarsing it's way through my veins. I cleaned the gutters, scraped and painted window frames and gathered up some more liquor boxes. I sent out utility bills, visited with my pal The Hot Dog King, did a grocery store run and put up with new realtor's "Lookie Lou". All in the name of "getting the hell out of here".
But what really got to me was that that no matter where I went, no matter what I did there were references to you and to me and to the WE that we once shared. I am I bitter or blown out or tired by it all? No, it's more a matter of wondering when will I see you again so I can tell you all about it. I told the Good Doctor the other day that this blog was for my good friend Jane, that she peeks in now and then to read my words and catch up on my life. I think, really, that she does that now and then with Accumulate Man, but then, I could be wrong. Today I wish I knew for certain whether or not you were a solid reader of that other blog so that you had a good connection to this place. No matter, I think sooner or later you'll arrive.
All the same I take care of the mail on a daily basis and what should arrive today but an offer for a catalog from Connell's Dahlias. Not only that, M, but darn near on the anniversary of our greatest and most symbolic of all outings I get an IKEA flyer in the mail as well. That wasn't good enough, oh no. I went out into town, hit up Saars (oh, that first parking lot meeting...) and then saw that there was sale going on for that Italian coffee syrup that you prefer. Better deal than the Cash and Carry we hit up that one day in September? Come by and find out.
No matter. All that got pushed aside by my dahlias. We shared an awful lot of things over time but it's those darned flowers that still get to me. I saw them off to the side of the parking lot when we left Point Defiance Park on the 27th of August, saw them again on Labor Day a few days later when you were off on your Levenworth trip, and then, on the day that we were out and about searching for that cast iron Scottie Dog lamp, found them again when we took that highway turnoff due to traffic overload and hit up Connell's. Swooned in the midst of some of the finest dahlias you or I will ever see. That is, until today.
Today I went out in the aftermath of a rainshower, cut down two outrageously wild blooms, one blazingly yellow, one unearthly red, and set them in a vase on my kitchen counter. Those two flowers, so bountiful, so outsized, so unique, so different, are really all about you and me. Before Connells, before that day when we wandered up and down the rows of that dahlia farm I never knew what those flowers were all about. Today I crave them, not only for their wildness and their glory but for their connection to you and me and that day when we held each other in that row of dahilas at the end of the day. You want magic in your life? Conjuer up that day again and you'll get magic enough for a lifetime.
You know, I can be reminded of you in myriad of ways, but let me see a dahlia blossum and suddenly I am back there, back to that third weekend of September in 2005. I will always see us there, leaving the parking lot, heading towards Sumner, bouquets in hand, taking off to find a Scotty Dog lamp. We never found it, M, but we found much, much more than that that day. We found the seeds, no, make that the tubers, of our love. How grand. And for that I will always be thankful.
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You know, I can be reminded of you in myriad of ways, but let me see a dahlia blossum and suddenly I am back there, back to that third weekend of September in 2005. I will always see us there, leaving the parking lot, heading towards Sumner, bouquets in hand, taking off to find a Scotty Dog lamp. We never found it, M, but we found much, much more than that that day. We found the seeds, no, make that the tubers, of our love. How grand. And for that I will always be thankful.
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